เนื้อเพลง Trashwang - Tyler, the Creator

Sawed-off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes

[Tyler]
Hold on, run that sh*t back
(This is a DJ Stank Daddy exclusive)
I want the black kids to like me for this one, man

[Lee Spielman]
Trash Wang
Illegal CIV
Golf Wang
[Screaming throughout the whole song]

[Verse 1: Na-Kel]
B*tch I'm with the f*cking extras
Big dog, cup full of egg nog
Don't give a f*ck 'bout sh*t but clips and
Camp Flog Gnaw
Sawed-Off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes
They just slob knob in New York shows
Thirsty for the clit till I'm not flow
Frigid jordan trip, b*tch I got it poppin'
Me and Jasper goin' coffee shoppin'
Those that are boarding see a lotta posses
B*tches see a boy and their mouths are frothing
Chains glossin'
B*tch

[Hook]
Trash Wang n*ggas
Thrilla we da killa
You can tell 'em, "Golf Wang
And buy the f*cking stickers"
OF or Wolf Gang
My n*ggas is my n*ggas
Don't let the skateboards fool you
Know n*ggas that pull triggers

Trash Wang, n*gga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, n*gga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, n*gga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, n*gga, roll a blunt

Trash Wang, n*gga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, n*gga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, n*gga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, n*gga, roll a blunt

[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them n*ggas are swell
Tighter than a straight n*gga goin' to jail
Locked in a box, n*gga, off them socks
I can finally afford the bail
My b*tches are bad
She's pretty normal looking with a real nice ass
Now hop off my d*ck, with it
We, B*tch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil, B, n*gga
Speaking of the devil
Y'all n*ggas cornier than kettle
Y'all couldn't smoke like a heroin in a black ops player and reach my level
Ate some bugs and I made some carats
F*ck y'all n*ggas' bullsh*t, y'all cherish
I'm 21, I threw a party but…
Difference is, y'all didn't have a ferris
Wheel

[Verse 3: Jasper]
B*tches out dancing I'm back n*gga
I face that
Just cop that motherf*cker bimmer n*gga
I race that
Keep talking that sh*t
I'll pull your card
Get chipped like that n*gga from stomp the yard
Don't f*ck with Jasper
He a retard
He and his mother f*cking grandma have your family scarred

[Verse 4: Tyler the Creator]
Might f*ck around and be a goat named Felicia
Sorry, got a little excited
It's prolly all the meth while it's being provided
Wolf Gang, up in this b*tch
Red Riding Hood is pissed
Somebody tell Megan and Sarah to come and s*ck a

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Taco]
Bimmers for days
White b*tches is slaves
N*ggas ain't with that warfare
My goons got aim
100 racks before 18
200 before I hit 6 feet
N*gga we bout it bout it
Yo b*tch try to s*ck my d*ck

[Verse 6: Lucas]
Hold up my chain
Versace Flocka Flame
Pull up in the tank
Cock back and aim (ouch)
Spit my verse on the Gold Flame
I love [?] shouting Golf Wang
Your b*tch tattoo
It say my name
Versace Santana
N*gga bird game
Supreme team
Selling [?]
Paying all these ratchets
Full bills

[L-Boy]
(What) Yeah
Y'all n*ggas thought it was a game
We shutting the motherf*cking sh*t down now n*gga
It's over for you b*tch n*ggas
I'm here with my n*gga nasty Nak', Mr. Versace
Wolf Haley in this motherf*cker
Jasper The Motherf*cking Dolphin
And my n*gga, Mike G
We taking this sh*t over
Its shut down for you b*tch n*ggas
I got the Tech
I'm bustin' at y'all b*tches heads n*gga
F*ck all you n*ggas
Its gettin' hot in here

[Tyler]
Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill 'Em All
Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang
N*gga knows that OF poppin Loiter Squad, Flog Gnaw
OFWGKTA yeah you n*ggas know them seven letters long
Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this b*tch
Golf Wang up in this b*tch
Litter Life up in this b*tch
OFM, banging on your motherf*ckin' FM
N*gga, f*ck you thought this was n*gga
Haha
Click Click [gunshot]

[Salem:] What the f*ck was that